31 Jul 2013, 12:29pm
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brain-child

you are my most futuristic warner,
the boy I always wanted to be for myself
a better me than I was
better griever
I always wanted to have more/more nerve
like you have. You’re not afraid. You’re all nerve. Nobody
can hold you unless you want them to
petition you

sealed in
so many silent movies
Charlie Chaplin’s cane
I wept for you when the wall was covering you
wallpaper latex bed ghoulish mask smoke alarm
sealed-in

no one knows you like I do
how many times since you can be broken
bitterish. Smoke your bones you’re neither boy nor girl now

wiry, metaphysical. you are my, my being / myhigher being

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